Silence.

if I tell you I love you
will you believe me?

if I tell you I won't hurt you
will you believe me?

if I tell you I won't leave you
will you believe me?

If I were you
I would not believe me

Promises, I believe them not
Promises, so precious yet fragile
Promises, they will break

Words
smooth like silk
dying in meaning

if this were the case
I would appreciate
a gift of comfortable silence, shared
between you and me.

after all,
you are here with me,
your hands warm on mine.

It does not wait.

For a pep talk.

For an 'are you okay'.

For a scar to seal.

For a trial to end.

The trouble never stops.

Life does not wait.

It would throw jabs at you

at your pride

your strength

your beliefs

all that you are,

to the death of you.

Life

shatters you

as much as it builds.

It does not wait.

You have

to keep soldier on.

The show.

I am an actor

of low nobility-

keeping up pretence.

When he flew away,

a hole is born.

One no loving man

could ever fill.

She loved me very much so;

her trust and faith in me

two I desperately desire

died with his departure.

I have lost one

here and there

A knife they entrusted me,

and with it, I slit their hearts.

They bleed, and I was scarred.

Guilt and faith

are at war.

I am a failing actor-

please pretend with me, that

I am okay.

So, how did I do?